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They’re nice, they leave you alone when you fall asleep in the grass, they don’t yell at you or call you names, they just let you daydream in peace. The only time they ever annoy you is when one of them falls off their board near you or accidentally skates too far away from the rest of them.

Until today, when a familiar gray Toyota pulls up and out pops one of the boys, his brother is driving, with his girlfriend in the passenger seat. The driver yells something in Russian to the younger boy, who responds by flipping him off and grabbing his board. The boy in the drivers seat sticks a tattooed arm out the window, returning his gesture, before pulling into the empty lot of the skate park. The boy with the board looks around, noticing that none of his friends are there yet. He just shrugs his flannel clad shoulders and just walks over to where you’re lying down in the grass, drawing in your sketchbook.

“Can I sit with you?” He questions, his voice surprisingly soft for how deep it is. You barely glance at him, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.

“Sure.” You shrug, going back to your drawing. He plops down on the grass next to you, the dark blue of his baggy jeans contrasting with the sea of green. You look over at him, he’s staring off into space, his icy blue eyes locked onto nothing. You’ve noticed him before, his light brown wavy hair that falls over his eyes and acne dusted cheeks. You clear your throat, breaking the silence between you. “What’s your name?”

“Igor.” His voice is thick, a strong accent underlying in his tone. “What’s yours?”

“Y/n.” You continue your sketch, the scratch of your pencil almost louder than your voice.

“Pretty.” He says under his breath, but you can still hear it over the buzzing of the warm California spring.

You can feel your cheeks heating up, but you ignore it, instead asking more about him. “Was that your brother?” Igor scoffs.

“By blood, yes, but Yaro wants nothing to do with me. Would rather hang out with his girlfriend.” He gestures over to their car. You look back to see the boy and girl making out in the front seat. “I would want nothing to do with me either.” You whip your head over to see Igor playing with the grass, a frown on his face.

“Don’t say that. You seem really nice.” You try to comfort him. He cracks a weak smile.

“Thanks.”

Your moment is interrupted by the scrape of a skateboard against the pavement and a yell.

“Igor!” A tall boy with a buzzcut and a slightly smaller brunette come barreling towards the two of you. They trip over each other, rolling onto the grass with a giggle. As soon as they look at you, their giggling makes sense. Their eyes are redder than vermillion paint, they’re high as fuck.

“Hi Igor.” The shorter one waves to the boy next to you. He looks at you, unsure of who you are, until the pieces connect in his inebriated head. “You’re the girl that Igor keeps getting distracted by.” Igor’s face goes bright red and the other boy snorts.

“Oh yeah! You’re the reason he can’t land his tricks. I get why, you’re super pretty dude.” Igor’s jaw clenches.

“Shut the fuck up Dickie.” He grits through his teeth. The boy with the buzzcut laughs again, floaty and soft.

“Sorry man, weed makes me and Mikey say shit.” He collapses onto his back, staring up at the clouds.

“Where’d you even get weed anyway?” Igor asks, his voice snippy. The brunette, who you now know as Mikey, lays down next to Dickie and smiles.

“Eky. D’you know him?” He slightly slurs in your direction. You stop drawing, god do you know William Eklund. He’s a grade above you and he’s all the teachers’ favorite. Despite having a perfect image, he’s actually kind of a skeez, selling weed and cigarettes to people like Dickie and Mikey.

“Obviously.” You scoff. You don’t know how Eky’s able to keep up his reputation, but him being a star athlete and really hot probably counts for something.

“Are Mack and Will coming?” Igor asks, absentmindedly spinning the wheels on his board. Dickie nods.

“Will called my house while me and Mike were smoking, said they stopped at the liquor store.” You roll your eyes, Mack, you know him too. His dad’s mayor of your town, so he basically gets away with anything. Including illegally buying liquor with his ‘best friend’, Will. You know for a fact he and Will are dating, solely because you walked past them sucking face behind the computer lab once.

As if on cue, you hear voices yelling at each other and bottles clinking. The boys continue to argue until they see you lying down next to Igor.

“What’s she doing here, did you finally ask her out?” Mack whisper yells at Igor. Will face palms himself.

“No.” Igor mumbles, obviously embarrassed.

“Oh shit, sorry then.” Mack laughs. Both boys sit down with the growing group. You groan internally. Why is everyone just sitting with you now?

“Shouldn’t you guys be skating, this is a skate park.” You say bluntly, pointing at the ramps and bars behind you.

“Yeah, but sometimes we hang out and drink. It’s like what you do, just relax and daydream.” Will grabs one of the bottles out his bag, snapping off the top. You shrug, you’d never thought about it, but it is kind of the same. Dickie whispers something to Mikey, who laughs.

“Cherns, why don’t you go take a walk with pretty girl here?” Mikey parrots out to you, a mischievous smile gracing his lips. Igor’s about to answer, but you speak first.

“Sure, why not.” You stuff your sketchbook into your bag and look at Igor.

“O-Okay.” Igor stutters, flustered. You both stand up and set out around the park. From behind you, you can hear high fives and laughter. “Sorry my friends are annoying. They make fun of my crush on you.” His hands are stuffed in his pockets. “I know you don’t like me back. I’m just a random skater kid who probably weirded you out by talking about weed.” Your steps falter slightly, your brows furrowing at the way he talks about himself. “Igor you didn’t weird me out. I’ve thought you were cute since you started coming to the park.” You glance at him. He completely stops walking, his body stiff and his eyes blinking rapidly.

“You actually like me back?” He looks down at you, making sure you’re actually being serious. You just nod shyly, biting back a smile. The blush on his face spreads down to his neck. The pink tint dipping down below the collar of his t shirt, which is layered under a soft flannel. You take the chance to press a quick kiss to his cheek. His eyes widen even more than they already were, his hand coming up to feel the spot where you kissed him.

You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. You take a step forward, forcing him to start walking with you. You walk in silence for a good few minutes before you finally talk.

“So are you gonna say anything?” Igor’s grip on your hand tightens slightly.

“Do you wanna go to the movies with me? Saw 2 just released.” He blurts out.

“Yeah, I love horror movies.” You smile. He exhales deeply.

“Cool. Super cool.” You’re about to work up the courage to ask to kiss him properly, when his phone beeps. He pulls it out of his pocket and flips it open. He answers the phone call and you can hear Will over the small crackly speaker.

“You lovebirds better come back or I’m gonna start thinking you’re being like your brother.” Igor somehow gets redder.

“I-We’re not.” He stutters out, trying to defend himself.

“Whatever you’re doing just hurry up!” Mack butts in, interrupting Igor and Will. The call ends and Igor slaps his phone closed.

“We gotta go back, sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. You just laugh.